Hogwarts Hospital Wing Novels & Stories

Author's POV The main Wright mansion, The maids who were doing their normal housekeeping chores couldn't help but freeze in their movements, their lively chatter dying down and bowing their heads in respect. The old master was not feeling so well, and he had retired to his room, so some of them had been chattering away and had even forgotten to behave. Everything happened like a scene in a movie that was being shown in slow motion. The heavy doors had been pushed open, and it was followed by a gust of chilly air. It was as if winter itself accompanied his presence, plunging the mansion into an eerie silence.

It stopped clawing at me and began to wrap around my days softly, like the warm tail of a sleeping wolf around her cubs. The palace we built was nothing like Damien’s. No marble floors that echoed like accusations, no gilded balconies that separated kings from the people who bled beneath them. Silas insisted every hall be wide and framed with forest wood, so pups could run and chase each other without fear of guards shouting at them. I insisted the witches have their own sanctum in the west wing, not beneath it, not outside the walls. Those who survived Draco’s coven became teachers to the next generation, not outcasts who lurked in the shadows. Elen painted sigils over every threshold herse

Anna told me forty-five buildings, all convenient enough for every Rogue. The structure is painted in brown and gold paints. And tapestries of warriors hung at almost every corner of the building. I also got to learn that where my room is located is called the “Blood wing.” The wing for the Rogue Leader, Zephyr. Every wing is named to identify or differentiate the route.

"Look at it!" I reached for the heavy velvet curtains that hung tied to each of the four posts. Pulling back the curtain on one side of the bed, I pushed it along the silent rail. The windows and living room were hidden from prying eyes behind midnight velvet. "I can pretend to sleep at Hogwarts."

In the movie Harry Potter, the students attended a kind of magical school called Hogwarts. In their school, there is a stair they used to use them. The stair, standing on it at the first step, you would see it to be very long and sometimes scary to trail. Here in this place the stairs possess the same characteristics as that of the movie Harry Potter. As we moved on the stair, we followed Mr Hartley to the end. And as soon as we finish the end, he took us to a room, I thought at first that the room would be the place we were going to neglecting the saying that we were going to a turnel, so I made up a guess that Mr Hartley must have changed his plan but on getting to the room, Mr Hartley did

I tried to change the subject. They seemed to get the hint and carried on. They took me to the common room, the kitchen, where I met the head chef, a very lovely lady by the way and her cookies are to die for, then the daycare for those female wolves working either as helps in the pack house or warriors in the pack. Then we got to the stairs which had the left wing and right wing. The left wing was were Phoenix's office resided. While the right wing led to the sleeping chambers, which was were we headed.

The structure stays put. That means it’s time to sweep the warehouse. Five floors. Two basement levels. Every single one needs to be cleared. My group—Diego, Kare, Hakeem, and me—heads upstairs. Another group, led by Gregory, Slade, and Liam, takes the north wing. Two more teams start at ground level and push upward. Every witch in this building will die. Clearing rooms is methodical. Ruthless. We find a room full of children. Celeste’s old coven, stolen away and locked up. Hawk and Citra claim them. They’re safe now. Arya leads them to the medic station.

Prince Ares says apologetically “It is okay my prince, nothing to worry about.” I say calmly, before looking around. “Where am I? Where is this place” The room looks larger... and royal. It can't be... Can it? “Oh, we are at the palace. This is one of the spare rooms Hermione, we had to bring you here. The matrons in the school clinic weren't on duty and we couldn't risk giving you to any uncertified witch in school, since we weren't sure of what happened to you. The royal doctor just left to...” The princess was still saying when I screech loudly.

The animals were stubborn, rightly distrusting the unfamiliar magic in the form of a shining ring of transition. This time, the portal opened near the Academy building, and not in the courtyard. Seeing the familiar silver flags with a white wing, I smiled involuntarily. Still impresses! Henry pointed to the west wing of the castle, where you could see dense rows of open stalls for flying creatures in the rock. “Fly there,” the professor shouted, shouting over the gusts of wind. - Choose places in the extreme sector for the first course, and are free until the evening. He himself returned to the portal, disappearing again into the radiant haze.

"We need to get to Willow." Once I have regained my balance, I head into the hospital with the witches following behind me. As we walk through the halls, people scatter away from me and the women walking with me. Whispers follow us through the corridors. Many of my pack members have not seen so many witches together in one place, and their eyes follow us as we make our way to Willow's hospital room. As we approach Willow's room, the doctor is waiting for us. He looks the witches up and down before opening the door to Willow's room. We shuffle inside the room, and Keena and Ward's eyes scan the sisters.